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Everywhere so far

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

Looking out at Dal Lake from where the wetlands end and the water spreads uninterrupted in all directions

The Corinthian Tomb

Bridge over the Ganges in Laxmanjulah, the power of the river is very deceptive

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

Fading light

Practicing my “J”

A wild camel scurrying away

Jama Masjid from the side, showing its central dome and minarets

The Greyhound in full sprint

This was the last place I could take photos, just as we were about to enter the monastery

This is the shot everyone wants….

Samy. He said he would only let me take a picture of him if I let him wear my glasses for it. Deal. And as a parting gift he gave me a necklace he had made.

Crazy Himalayan roads

I even got a picture and short article in the local paper

The center of Old Delhi

One of the small classes at Greenway

Uncle Ji below a picture of himself taken at my aunt’s wedding in the early 80’s

A row of old house boats permanently moored

A beautiful vantage point. My safari group is below for perspective

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

Returning the flag of India to the Border Security Guard’s office

There she is

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

Keep going up, and up, and….

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

Anything that makes it easier to get a view like this is sure to be a lifelong passion

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

…continue and continue…

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

Amanda in front of the water fall

Thousands come every day to watch the border between India and Pakistan close

The view from our boat’s porch

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

Monu (in the cap) and Uncle Ji (on the right) talking with the farm hands

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

Spirit of the Sikh soldier, by my grandfather Sukhdev Dail (Sukhi) and his brother Jagmohan (Uncle Ji)

Normal foot traffic on the bridge. Pretty soon here I’m going to have to blog about the cows of India

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

Paddling into town

McLeod Ganj

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

He totally stole somebody’s banana

One of the many patch jobs my bike has received. This one is from my Chuar Chra neighborhood mechanic, Dilzin, helping me attach my new clutch.

The Golden Temple

The swap meet in the center of the city where all motorcycle sales, purchases, and maintenance happens

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

The view from our guest house. Mon Peak of the Dhalaudhars

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

Coming through the canyon to catch a first glimpse of the Treasury

The weather was slowly turning against us

Laxmanjulah Bridge

I also had the pleasure of being in Jerusalem during election day; Herzog versus Netanyahu

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

The Monastery

Our view from the 9,500ft (or 2,850meter) summit of Triund plateau

The Weeping Wall

I love this shot of a couple boys hanging out on top of the Roman Amphitheater

The front facade of the Jama Masjid, standing in the elevated courtyard used for prayer

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

Amanda enjoying the sunset

My view from the grandstands

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

The village of Rama

Left to right, Sombrit, Manjinder, Baraj, and Monu

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

The interior of our houseboat. Amanda and I couldn’t believe the deal we received. Look at the rugs, the ceiling, the furniture. Somehow we had this boat all to ourselves for two days.

Communist buildings in Bishkek

The only photo I took. Without any description it’s hard to tell anything at all is happening

Heart of Laxmanjulah

The 16,000ft snowcaps of the Tian Shan mountains just south of the capital city of Bishkek, at only 2,000ft

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

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